The reading was crack on, the story was, a bit on par for werewolf stories. Most werewolf stories, of course, are about losing control, this one focuses more on the effects it has on the other people nearby that the werewolf which is more unique but was fairly bland in that respect. The author noted that he wouldn't write this as much of a straight forward puberty allegory in the future and it would very interesting to see a similar story told from a more experienced mind.
Normally I find violence against animals kind of distasteful in stories, but in this case it came across as sort of ridiculous to have a horde of dogs all running, hornily, towards their doom, as if they were some sort of love lemming (who do not run off cliffs) or as if she were some sort of canine Poison Ivy. It might have been meant seriously but I ended up just finding it faux-humorous once it moved beyond the pack whose bones were being revealed through bites. Absurd is the word.
Beyond that I found the idea of a skill of "acceptance" as kind of ingenious and would make a very interesting, if akward, superpower. Being able to immediately grasp and accept any situation, even if you have no clue what to do about it.